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◈ Battle of Ip-Hwang (8)
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Immediately after Geumbyeokja pretended to sleep in surprise, and the masters of Mong-in-wol were killed in droves by his thunderous aura.
Suddenly, the sky became vast and rippled like the sea waters of distant Haenam.
The flow spread out like that, rippling into a huge circle and even scattering the clouds. It was a strangely silent movement considering the range.
Secret techniques of the Divine Power.
The white butterfly will never be forgotten for a lifetime.
He is the best martial artist in Guangxi.
A mysterious and powerful technique that prevents people who have learned the technique from afar from observing this side, and a technique that naturally penetrates the opponent’s skin and transfuses blood through the scattered true energy like fog.
But it didn’t work on someone who was already asleep.
It was the same here today.
To the Golden Wall, everything is a dream. At the same time, due to that powerful state, even when he is awake, the brain energy inside his body burns itself with energy that penetrates even the blood vessels.
The function of Samhwachwijeong.
It was because my inner strength had become one with my old age.
Kururung—
The sound of thunder echoes faintly from the distant sky.
The dream of the moon and the dragon, Sang-i-ryeong.
The lips of the absolute being who was in charge of the eastern vanguard of the Battle of Ip Hwang Seong slowly opened.
“… The world is like a dream. Life is fleeting, and goals are futile.”
Her eyes, as blurry as ink stained with sage, were filled with images of her disciples who had met death.
“Did you have a good dream?”
She muttered.
Saaaaa―
The vast natural energy repeatedly gathered and dispersed like fog in the distant sky. It was a movement that occurred in time with her inhalation and exhalation.
It was a very strange thing. There was almost no limit to the distance that could be used for the use of internal energy. The gaze of the young man of the famous tribe who had been glaring at Margin with his glaring golden eyes turned towards her.
The golden wall of the world.
Even to those who do not know his identity, he appears as a living, breathing disaster.
This was especially true because there was no one who was completely free from the influence of Baekhojeopmangilse.
Should Sang-I-Ryeong just die or be defeated by the insane Ming clan?
No. You can’t call that person a master.
Mong-in-wol-ju prepared for the appearance of Sang-geuk-mu-gong. Originally, the backer of drunkards was themselves, and she had been struggling to survive until she reached the position of Thirteen Heavenly Lord as a disciple of Gae-bok.
Even if it is not as bad as the north, the land of Guangxi is extremely harsh.
Mong In Wol Ju licked her lips.
“Just keep pretending to sleep.”
In an instant, she lifted the curtain of energy that had been surrounding the entire eastern part of Ip Hwang Seong, and immediately the energy that had been swirling in the sky poured down towards her like a translucent waterfall.
Kwaaaaaaaah!
It was literally as fast as a ray of light. The flow was so fast that it penetrated the Baihui point and the upper tian point vertically. The next moment, her eyes, covered in a thick fog, shone with a blue light.
Kiiiiiing―
Even a strange tinnitus leaked out of my eyes.
It is not a spectacle of humanity.
The martial arts of the world were so diverse, and upon seeing them, Geumbyeokja cheerfully pointed at Mong-in-wol-ju.
“It’s exactly like when Yeonshin is angry! That guy said all the right things back then, but you use the upper body a lot too, don’t you?”
“We didn’t kill many people, and just tearing off a few branches of the Cheonhamok tree was enough.”
They only speak to each other.
Suddenly, Mong In Wol Ju’s words and actions began to reveal a very clear sense of reason.
It was as if a drunk had suddenly shaken off the effects of alcohol. Because the natural energy of heaven and earth filled his body, his speech was only slightly slurred.
On the other hand, Iphwangseong Naraksal was silent. He was still looking over all the survivors of Mong-in-wol who were reeling from Geumbyeokja’s trick.
Phew!
It was a moment.
The body of Magaju, clad in a pitch-black robe, rotated sideways in a large parabolic arc, compressing the distance, and stopped after striking the still-living Ma Hwan Shinsal Jo Kwon Il in the side.
Oh my god!
The wave of the sword bursts out dimly and then re-enters the target.
The internal heavy hand technique of the super-rise. The wide blade of the margin passed through not only the self-defense equipment that Jo Kwon-il was wearing, but also his skin and muscles, and eventually shattered his ribs, causing a suppressed sound.
“Cough…!”
Jo Kwon-il spitting out blood.
Kwak.
Margin, who had taken his eyes off him, tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword.
A cracking sound came out from Cho Kwon-il’s skin as he swallowed the rare wide blade whole, but before he knew it, Ma-jin’s eyes were silently fixed on the Gujumongma on one side of the group.
A temperament similar to that of a young man.
There was a chilling murderous aura in his demeanor. The coldness of it made Geumbyeokja look startled and shut her mouth.
But Margin no longer paid attention to the monster of Cheonhamok. He simply turned his back on the swordsmen of Changcheondae who had been standing behind him, and stared at the remaining Mong-in-wol as if he were looking at trash.
“… … .”
Those who have shamelessly violated their nature.
There have been many sects that have attempted to enter the castle, but none of them have set foot on the ground inside the castle walls. Today is the first time this has happened to all of them. Even before Jeong Yeon-shin had even officially sat down in the seat of the Shingumdanju.
“Changcheon-dae, convey the will of the General Headquarters.”
Margin continued.
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“We will behead them. Preserve the heads of our enemies.”
The swordsmen of Changcheondae answered with the crackling of their swordsmanship from their blades.
They are the last line of defense carved on the east side of Iphwangseong.
If you penetrate further, you will reach the palaces where the family members of the Bonseong Sanha clan live. That was the reason why the fight had to end here.
Beep!
Above their heads.
Against the backdrop of the pure white brick walls, a pure white swallow spread its wings and soared into the distant sky. The white lotus of the contemporary Shingeomdanju Daeri flew in from the General Office. It had previously visited the Shinhyeolgeukma.
at that time.
Suddenly, Mong-in-wol-ju’s eyes scanned between Margin and Baek-yeon, and her and Geum-byeok-ja’s new forms distorted on the ground at the same time.
Kwakwakwakwakwang!
The air is tossed around with a loud noise.
Before they knew it, the two people were holding each other’s palms, seemingly walking in the vast expanse of empty space. From the point of collision, a faint sound like the crying of dark clouds leaked out.
No one was pushed in the first syllable.
“… … !”
A faint surprise rose in Geumbyeokja’s eyes.
It was the same for Mong-in-wol-ju. She felt like a beggar who had climbed over the wall and encountered the government officials at an empty house.
She said.
“Was there really a reason to risk your life in Iphwangseong? It was a place that would be trampled on anyway.”
They are peerless masters with deadly techniques. Even if there are masters of martial arts, they cannot be confident of a complete victory.
But the golden wall did not answer.
“hmm.”
The tightly shut appearance of the man seems taciturn at first glance. It seems to be a sight that is exactly like the appearance Margin showed just now. There was no other old man who had become a child due to deep senility.
But that conduct did not last long.
As Mong In Wol Ju glanced at him, the cork of a bottle of liquor fell out of her waist belt. At the same time, a clear stream of water shot out of the bottle and into her mouth.
Chalbak-
A practical demonstration of the Drunken Fist, which was created by the intoxication of Heo Gong Seop. It was a technique that greatly utilized the upper body due to the influence of alcohol.
At that moment, as the elegant scent of the fruit wine spread, an invisible energy suddenly leaked out from Geumbyeokja’s palm, swept through the water stream, and disappeared.
Cheeeeeeek!
A fruit wine that quickly turns into smoke and moistens only Mong-in-wol-ju’s lips.
But that alone made her eyes blurry again. She had been intoxicated so heavily that she was able to freely control the nerves in her body.
The golden wall asked with a grin.
“I heard it earlier. Why do you want the stem of the Cheonhamok?”
The voice was strangely clear. However, Mong-in-wol-ju simply lifted the palm that was touching him and kicked one leg upward.
Kwaaaa …
The air was sucked in like a storm along its trajectory. A thin line was drawn even on the sea of clouds that flowed like feathers.
The golden wall blew a whistle as if it was impressed as it dodged by jumping back in the air, but it didn’t resonate properly due to the strong wind caused by the dream moon.
“Hee-myeong is good at making lip sounds.”
It was when he smiled awkwardly.
Wow!
Dream Moon-ju was sucked in by the attractive force of each method he created. He accelerated the movements of his own Nunggong Heodo.
The speed at which he followed the golden wall directly in that split second rivaled the flashes of lightning that were flashing golden.
bang!
The next moment, her foot struck the goldsmith’s side, and a cloud of wind rose from the point of impact, like a thread being unraveled.
Wheaaaaaaaaa!
A new type of gold wall that bounces sideways like a shell with a loud noise.
At the same time, Mong-in-wol-ju’s body once again sank into the wind stream he had created himself, and as if dancing, he followed Geum-byeok-ja and positioned himself behind him.
It was only a moment before her knee lifted and struck Geumbyeokja’s back.
A series of drunken immortal dances.
Oh my god!
A colorless shockwave exploded from his back for a moment, and then the new form of the golden wall rose into the air as if shot by a well-placed strike.
It was a significant blow.
It was the first time that blood flowed from the lips of the golden wall. The attitudes of the two parties in the face of life and death were completely different.
Paralock!
The shabby sleeveless top of Mong-in-wol-ju kept fluttering. Her calves, riven with smooth, clear muscles, began to emit the sound of endless wall-cracking explosions.
Boom! Kwakwakwam! Jeeeeeeeeeeeeeee—!
Each hand and foot, blurred and distorted, mixes in the air.
In this way, the path of the two people continued far away, then returned to where they started, and then suddenly disappeared as if it had been turned off, repeating this.
Meanwhile, Mong-in-wol-ju’s eyes continued to shine bright blue. They were the eyes of insight.
She had long since seen through it completely. There was no way that illusions or hallucinations could work on an opponent whose brain had been trained to the limit.
That’s why he only used two methods: awakening the upper body with intoxication and clashing with the golden wall only through close combat.
Kwaaaaaaaah!!
He crosses the air at a speed like a ray of light, enough to be considered the fastest in the world. Of course, he also continuously links his skills with his unique and irregular body movements.
The sky was now twisted and curved, like a faint afterimage left by her body.
When the wind that descended like an afterglow in the air swept through the hair of Suncheonik Shinbinbin, who was swinging her sword on the ground.
Suddenly, Mong-in-wol-ju’s legs bent like whips, and the trajectory of the blow was like a fan, trapping Geum-byeok-ja and striking him with a massive wave of energy seven times.
Kwakwakwakwakwakwakwak!
A relentless backlash sweeps in concentric circles.
While the fluffy clouds in the sky continued to spit out white threads, everyone on the ground except Margin stumbled several times.
The Great Battle of Annihilation.
The name Ip Hwang Seong has a way of making itself felt more and more frightening as you go up the ranks of the martial arts world. This goes without saying for the top-tier martial arts masters like Mong In Wol Ju and Sang I Ryeong.
A game of chance where unexpected and fatal variables must be taken into account.
Even if you hear of the absence of the lord and the purple people, you cannot set foot on Yangyang without being prepared to die. Naturally, the behavior of the invaders is bound to be different.
Even though Mong-in-wol-ju was floating through the air as if in a dream, his goal was clear.
On the other hand, Geumbyeokja was seen wandering in a dream in reality, laughing vaguely, getting hit on the foot, splashing with his hand, and using a mirage-like technique to evade, before suddenly stopping in mid-air.
He asked, his clothes torn in several places and his whole body covered in bruises.
“Why do you need the trunk of the Cheonhamok?”
[If you have that, you won’t starve.]
“huh?”
[You guys are sucking all the energy out of the land with that damned big stem, and I see that there is no hope for this land anymore.]
The idea of dreaming and dreaming resonates like an echo.
Fragments of thoughts that resonate directly without having to open one’s mouth to answer.
It was a sign of the coming of the Gongwolmu. It was a ceaseless assault.
[You might be able to look down on worthless beggars from up high like your noble clan.]
The opinion of the peerless master who walked from the southern border to Yangyang was similar.
In the world of martial arts, strength is everything.
In a land hit by famine, there is no food.
Even the noble top echelons of the martial arts world ultimately operate according to the law of the jungle. Each to maintain their own position.
[Yes, from a much higher place.]
The complexion of Geumbyeokja turned slightly pale as she saw the dream moon pearl rising gently high into the sky, surpassing her for a moment.
A short mutter escaped his lips immediately. If that hits me, I’ll die.
Hooooooooooo!
It was the sound of a strong wind.
The surrounding area is dyed in black and white.
It seemed as if dusk had fallen early in the heavens of the realm.
The sun that had been high in the sky disappeared as if it had been erased by a brush stroke, and in its place a pale, circular energy took its place.
It looked like a cloudy full moon.
It was also a skill that created an invincible realm by emitting the power of the mind outside the body, and used it as a synergy to delicately unleash hundreds of lines of each method with the intoxicated upper body.
Gongwolmu.
[Dream of a beautiful moon.]
Before he knew it, the new form of the Mong-in-wol-ju was turning its back on the full moon made up of internal energy. The long shadows of its limbs were carved into the pale full moon.
“… … .”
The wind that had been blowing fiercely suddenly died down.
at the same time.
Her eyes widened.
Kwak—
That was why Geumbyeokja suddenly grabbed Mong-in-wol-ju’s crown right in front of her nose.
A grim hand, like that of an old man who had lost his mind a little. A halo of light that remained behind him like an afterimage faintly dispersed. It was a trace of golden lightning.
[Stop hitting me.]
The thoughts of the golden wall flow leisurely like rays of light.
[Unlike Yeon-shin, it’s not convincing. You should try farming somewhere quiet by the river and then talk about it.]
Lightning fast reaction speed.
A movement that cuts off the opponent’s energy.
It was a Gongwolmu that didn’t even have a name, but it was close to a split second before it caught the head of the Mong-in-wol-ju Sang-i-ryeong off guard and grabbed it with one hand.
[I made a promise to Elder Sam Bong. I have to live longer and see the end of our tree.]
[you…!]
[Was it a good dream?]
Kkwaduk!
A golden wall with a dreamy moon in the background, lifting up the head of a dreamy moon.
Blood spurted out explosively with a heavy sound of flesh being torn apart. The shadows of the two people rippled like ripples in the faint winter wind.
That was it.
The world of the dreamy moon with its head raised became even higher, and the last place the beggar named Sang-i-ryeong looked down at was a pure white bird blinking its eyes and staring at her.
It was a swallow of the wilderness.